Oh, my... It was baby formula! It did not taste like straight milk, which I have a high intolerance to. Rather it is tasty, a little bit sweet.But rig...t now, in your lap, with the bottle nipple against my lips, I suck and suck until I empty the bottle. You lift me over your shoulder, which has a burp rag on it, and pat and rub my back until I relax and let out the required burp.You bring me back to your lap, and your fingers find their way in over my diaper to my cunt. You tell me you are only. He gently pulled her skirt up and her panties down. He stuck a finger into her pussy from behind. “You are already wet aren't you, you little cunt.” “Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Count them for me, Angie.” He sent the first blow stinging across her ass. She flinched, but said, “One.” He continued spanking her with the belt as she counted out blow after blow. Her ass was bright red and welted; my brother was careful not to hit the same spot over and over. Tears ran down her face but when he was. She would have to ask Jeff about that the next time he summoned her. Clara spent the next several hours sitting at the desk, re-reading some of Zhiasa’s earliest journal scrolls. She had a gut feeling that she might need all the information she could get about Zhiasa’s kingdom. While deeply engrossed in a scroll (as she had been for much of the night), she felt a familiar tingling in her toes. She looked down at her feet to see the smoky cloud swirling around them. Not nearly as freaked out by. There was a "wumph" sound and his male life disappeared before his eyes.Since then she had shopped for him, both at stores and on the internet, and filled his bureaus and closets with skirts, blouses, dresses, bras, panties, hose, and wigs. The wigs were no longer used, as his hair was now long and properly feminized.And now the corsets had arrived. She had pledged to him that he was to go on a strict waist training regimen, twenty-three hours a day, seven days a week, all year. When she came.